hiatus

'sounds of silence'

past the neon lights

and sometimes you know there are too many cobwebs... there's too many strings...

she was there... and she knew this was one of those moments where change would set into motion... from her hair color to her silences... she couldn't explain it... like on a rainy night as a puddle splashes by and a bat flies too low... like on a cloudy summer day it's just the right shade of purple at sunset... like she opens the door and a raven stares through the dense green of the trees... like a log cabin with the fireplace aglow...

this was big.